Mysteries

So, last night, Frances came into my room with a piece of Scotch tape and a washable marker, then proceeded to get my fingerprint.

She said, “Thanks for the sample” as she left. Very mysterious.

There are times when I just don’t press the issue. Take, for example, the time that the cat was a pretty shade of purple and nobody seemed to know why and, certainly, nobody confessed. The cat didn’t mind, so I eventually left the matter alone. But, I still wonder: who…? Why?

I wonder if I’ll ever know why she wanted my fingerprint… 🤔

😂

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